Mother, a living vessel of God’s spark of life
Evolution as a part of God’s plan
Without Father there would be no Mother
Without Mother we would not exist

I Am born of God as a bit of energy
Given a chance to be me by my Mom
Indigenous offspring of my Mother’s womb
Born innocent without fear of anything
Except that which filtered through the embryonic fluids
For nine months
Muted, yet powerful
Corrupted with good intentions, yet
Nursed in harmony with the universe
Given a presence and opportunity
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Here I have been,
An amalgam of energy
Loving, ingesting
Killing, writing, speaking
Acting in kindness,
Acting thoughtlessly
Thinking, living

So here I Am
A prayer warrior
Praying for my children
Praying for absolution
Experiencing the consequences of my life, My Karma

Mother’s Day
Coffee with birds, squirrels, deer, thunder, lightening, wind, silence
Before I start my day’s practice
I see the note I left for me
As I begin my daily prayers
“Gently unclutter my life
Be angry at no one
Forgive all others
Forgive myself
Pray for the children
Pray for the innocents
Pray for those passed on
Pray for peace
Pray for freedom
Break the chains of guilt
That bind me to those I have betrayed
And free us to love again”

And today especially I pray for you Mom
Thank you Mother for birthing me
Sorry for the pain
Forgive me for my sins as I forgive yours
Enjoy your new life of freedom and love
I Am a better person for thinking of you
I hope I brought a little joy into your life
We will be together always
In the flow of God’s love

Your son David

If only he had the simple ideals of Virtue, Charity, Freedom, Liberty, and Justice, even as an imposter, Obama might have been a good leader. Surely we have been led in the past by those without some of these ideals. With his wordsmithing and charisma Barack could have been a uniter of people as he promised, but confused of identity and to the chagrin of African Americans and Hispanic Americans, he has set back race relations decades. With his divisive attitude, Obama has in three years set blacks against whites and Hispanics, women against men, and the have nots against the haves as never seen before.

Without just the one ideal “Virtue”, it is impossible to be a good leader. It is impossible to be a good person. As a serial liar and a puppet of Marxist, Socialist theory he has led us quickly down a path that, if not halted now, will lead to a world of total chaos. One only needs to pay attention as Obama is finally vetted and the truth about him is finally being exposed.

When will the innocent little child in us all step up and finally say “Hey! The Emporer has no clothes!”?

Please read the following blog posted on October 22, 2008 by Weaver
http://davidschussler.livejournal.com/4571.html

Ruth Warrick (Actor), Bobby Driscoll (Actor), Harve Foster (Director), Wilfred Jackson (Director) | Rated: G | Format: DVD


While sitting on my porch this morning I was visited by my friend Chipper, a bold cardinal who thinks he owns the porch and uses it as his. He complained loudly and sure enough when I checked the bird feeder it was out of seed. I filled it purposefully spilling some for all to see and sat down with my coffee to experience the cool morning. As I watched the birds and hummingbirds taking their breakfast, I talked and sang to them as I always do. What came to mind was a wonderful old movie that I first saw at probably age four, The “Song of the South”.
I thought how fitting it would be for that old movie to be re-released at this time. With all of the racial tension brewing, this gentle movie depicts both in allegory, fable, and real sense, the struggle and uniting of brothers and sisters of different races. As the Brer and Sis stories of Uncle Remus unfold, Their message could have an impact on today’s children just as they did on me and my generation. The depiction of racial distrust is defined and then diffused with an innocence and joy derived from the stories told by Uncle Remus and the songs many of us still enjoy today. Who can forget “Zippidy Doo Dah” and “Happy Place”? There is plenty of real life struggle within this story that relates both to the sharecropping times of the then and the racial drama of today, but the moral results of the movie offer some great resolve and food for thought for young and old minds alike. The movie was taken out of circulation first in 1970, re-released and then taken out in 1986 due it is believed to racist stigma. It is available on Amazon and a few other places.
Please read the following excerpt from a good review.


“Many people are aware that the film was based on Joel Chanbdler Harris' 1881 book "Uncle Remus' Songs and Sayings" and that the white Georgian Harris based his book on the "Brer (brother) animal tales" passed orally among African-American slaves. What most people don't know is that a decade earlier, another white writer named Abbie Holmes Christensen recorded Brer Rabbit tales being told among ex-slaves around Port Royal, SC for her pioneering book "Afro-American Folktales." I have met many older African-Americans in rural South Carolina who had heard "rabbit stories" (as they are called among the indigenous) from their elders without knowing of Harris or this movie. So this is a legitimate part of Black culture.----

So if you want an accurate history of Blacks during this era, not quite! But if you believe that children should be exposed to the joys of storytelling and the idea that friendship goes beyond age, race, and social class-then this is for the children and for the child in you! Enjoy-and think! “
By African American historian
Andre M. "brnn64" (Mt. Pleasant, SC United States)

Why Do We Not Pay Attention to Our Fathers? It is not too late for us to wake up and elect people of principle to represent us. Get the facts and…Think before you vote!
The following was written by one of our founding fathers and former president, please read it.

“I am not among those who fear the people.
They, and not the rich, are our dependence for continued freedom.
And to preserve their independence,
We must not let our rulers load us with perpetual debt.
We must make our election between economy and liberty
or profusion and servitude.
If we run into such debt, as that we must be taxed in our meat and
in our drink, in our necessaries and our comforts, in our labors and
our amusements, for our calling and our creeds
as the people of England are, our people, like them,
must come to labor sixteen hours in the twenty-four,
give the earnings of fifteen of these
to the government for their debts and daily expenses;
and the sixteenth being insufficient to afford us bread,
we must live, as they now do, on oatmeal and potatoes;
have no time to think,
no means of calling our miss-managers to account
but be glad to obtain subsistence by hiring ourselves
to rivet their chains on the necks of our fellow-sufferers.
Our land-holders, too, like theirs,
retaining indeed the title and stewardship of estates called theirs
but held really in trust for the treasury,
must wander, like theirs, in foreign countries,
and be contented with penury, obscurity, exile,
and the glory of the nation.
This example reads to us the salutary lesson,
that private fortunes are destroyed by public
as well as by private extravagances.
And this is the tendency of all human governments.
A departure from principle in one instance
becomes a precedent for the second;
that second for a third; and so on,
till the bulk of society is reduced to be mere automatons of misery,
to have no sensibilities left but for sinning and suffering.
Then begins, indeed, the bellum omnium in omnia (The war of all against all)
which some philosophers observing to be so general in this world,
have mistaken for the natural, instead of the abusive state of man.
And the fore-horse of this frightful team is public debt.
Taxation follows that, and in its train wretchedness and oppression.”
– Thomas Jefferson
(1743-1826), US Founding Father, drafted the Declaration of Independence, 3rd US President
Source: Letter to Samuel Kercheval, Monticello, July 12, 1816

Dick Clark died yesterday and because of him millions of Americans share a plethora of memories. I listened to him on the radio and watched American Bandstand for years. I’m not sure but I feel like I was on the show. If I would have seen him on the street I could easily have mistaken him for family and expected him to know me. Dick not only lived his dream but made the dream of many others a reality. The accolades will probably go on for a long time, and deservedly so. Dick survived major legal problems in the sixties that brought down many others in the broadcast industry. He not only survived but exceeded his own expectations.
An entrepreneurial genius, Dick exemplified the success of the free enterprise system and how any individual with drive and creativity can succeed. This should be a lesson to our youth today who are constantly being bludgeoned with mediocracy and nanny state mentality. He loved paying taxes and he loved encouraging others to succeed as expressed by House Rules Committee Chairman David Dreier http://www.cnn.com/2012/04/18/showbiz/dick-clark-obit/index.htmlyesterday.
Through his show American Bandstand, Dick probably did more to promote integration between blacks and whites in the sixties than anyone without the fanfare or stress of demonstrations and politicking.
Married several times and having undergone the threat of early death from stroke slowed but did not stop him and his ongoing demonstratively clean life, encouraging ways, and friendly smile will last forever in the hearts and minds of many. His dream was a part of my own.

New Pringles Ad!!!??? Bad Choices

david schussler

I saw a new ad for Pringles today where some beautiful fruits and veggies were blown up just to show how explosive the crunch and taste of the chips are. Unfortunately for me, and I am guessing for many others, this ad demonstrated the lack of sensitivity some corporate heads have for the poor and undernourished of the world today. Worse yet all of those good and healthy foods were wasted when needy people could have used them to good advantage. What kind of lesson is this giving to our children?
We as a nation are already making bad choices with our diets as demonstrated by the new studies that show how overweight and unhealthy we are becoming. Sure! Blow up the good and healthy foods and substitute the crap. This wasteful and illogical attitude that permeates our advertising, TV, and movies in general, should, just on a moral level, be curtailed.
As an adult I can watch the media and make common sense decisions but these ads are geared to seven year olds who may not think about the consequences of bad decisions yet and who depend upon us to guide them.
We have become a society of impulse and instant gratification and as parents and advisors it behooves us to make proper decisions ourselves so we can be good examples to our youth.
The ad is out and there is nothing we can do about it now but we can bring it to the attention of our kids. We can let them know that there are those who would waste our treasures and blow a good opportunity to help the needy just to make a few bucks and pervert the ideals of our nation as they do so.
I’m not going to buy Pringles for a long time, or ever again, because of this thoughtlessness. Hopefully many others will do the same. That is one way we can wake those corporate fools up.

Continue the rain
Heaven water / diving / driving slipshod
I am yearning
To just face the sky so I can mix my salt
So I can shed dead leaves
Let me praise the Thunder God
The baptism continues as she conducts a pitter pat orchestra
Continue the rain
Melt away the outer
Prison bars impervious to acidic tears
And holy water
Even the grass taunts me with freedom
The sun cracks my mood
With a Jamaican rainbow drawn in chalk
But I have been driven back to my cell
To continue the rain
To continue the creation of horror and fiction in third person
As I try to dodge the drops of truth
You are fascinated by my rain dance
The jumps / shrieks / shouts of indigenous ideas
Where the salt rivers flow to meet fresh water oceans
This is where I congregate
Continue the rain

In the lobby, everyone was getting drunk on my regrets and gorging themselves on tables laden

With my fondest memories

I found Mom and then we found our seats

Front and center row

The orchestra blasted an introduction

Mom took my hand and the curtain went up

There upon the stage was a solitary chair in a spotlight

“Go on Son, “Mom urged

I sat in the chair and behind me for all to see was the

Magnificence of all my failures

The iniquity of my pleasure

I sat in the chair and felt suffused in love’s glow

The lights went on and God joined me on stage, mixing his love with mine

We took a bow

I took my seat next to Mom

Mom took my hand and said, “Watch this Son, the grand finale”

Then Mom took me home




By Sean Schussler

Birds afire
From the heat of coals
Resurrections
Of our souls
A second chance
Is what we seek
To Nirvana we fly
On winged feet


By Seed Emanual Eugene Schussler

It started as a simple thought
From whence I do not know
It struggled for a moment
As its spark began to glow
A decent thought that made me smile
Although I just awoke
A simple thought that managed to
Break through the whirling winds
Of waking ness, of slipping dreams, of things that make no sense
Seeming to confuse with thoughts
Yet from that ember getting brighter
As I brushed my teeth
As I splashed that icy water
Put slippers on my feet
While making coffee, I am thinking
Of daily doing, where I’m going, how I’m feeling, and then
I thought of something more important
Something that transcended me
I thought of children who were hungry
Needed shelter, needed love
Children suffering injured, sick, or
Just stuck in war
I thought of family, my transgressions
My betrayals, failures, loneliness
War and hatred, envy, lust
Shame and fear and prosper quests
I’m on my knees now and I’m in prayer
My consciousness is flooded with
Love and prayer, my lips are moving
Word come forth as quick as thought
A prayer to God to encompass
All the errors made by man
To bring forth God’s love and to make us
One with God and all with all
Thanks for the rain, thanks for the flowers
Please help my children through the pain
Please hold dear my sons departed
And those who’ve loved me just the same
All those for whom I said I’d pray for
Though I forgot, you know their names
Although I pray imperfect prayers
Please correct them, make them right
Make them work and please don’t tarry
Make it so Lord with all your might
Send your minions, all your angels
To help to guide us day and night
My God, my God I know you hear me
I know you promised, I know you can
My heart is open, please God use me
Show me now just what to do
To do my part, to make my effort
To fulfill my purpose here
To help all others, to help make peace
Promote good will, help end all fear
Offer mercy and forgiveness
Healing, health, well being, LOVE
Offer all a path to greatness
And a link to God above
Thank you Lord for this great prayer
Thanks for giving me the words
Thanks for helping me unclutter
Thoughts and memories absurd
Please accept my humble offer
Not just for the start of day
But any time you think you need me
I’ll be grateful just to pray